Seven Days

Chapter Five

Day Three

“Alex,” says a familiar voice. I know this voice. “Alex,” it repeats. “Alex…. Alex…. Alex.”

Then boom! Suddenly, I wake up. I see the guy who left me here in my room yesterday, waiting for him to come and take me away. He’s here. Alone. Wait, what? Oh, no, he’s not alone. Mom’s right behind him.

”Mom?” I say with a cracking voice. Man, I sound so not me right now. I sound different. Bad different.

“Yes honey?” Mom answers almost immediately.

“What is he doing here?” I say, gesturing to Cameron who is standing really near my bed. I must look like a mess with all the bed hair crap going on and the, ugh, oh, goodness, pink cow pajamas. Great timing as always Cameron.

“Honey, he’s here to talk to you about yesterday,” she says with a smile.

“I’m really sorry,” Cameron talks unexpectedly. He kneels down beside my bed and says, “I really am sorry. I had to take care of something.”

“I’ll leave you alone. Just call me if you need anything. Bye honey,” Mom says as she walks out of my room. She locks the door behind her and slowly creeps away from my room until her footsteps are inaudible anymore.

I just look at Cameron who is still kneeling beside my bed. I tell him to stand up because he looks like an idiot, and he does stand up.

“Just get out. Please,” I tell him. I just want him to go right now. I don’t want to see him right now. I don’t because I think my feelings might develop.

Shoot, go away you dumb feelings! Go the hell away! I thought to myself. I slap myself mentally.

”Look, I’m sorry. Please. Al, I will make it up to you,” he says.

“I told you not to call me Al anymore. Were you not listening?” I say. I can’t believe he called me Al again. He’s bringing back the damn memories.

“I’m sorry. I forgot.”

“It’s fine. Just go already. Just leave me alone. Please. I don’t want you here. I don’t want you anywhere near me, or I swear to God, I will taze you.” I’m really mad now. First, he doesn’t come and then, he calls me Al. He wants to make me cry. I’m sure he does.

 “Wait, why? Why don’t you want me to call you Al? Huh?” he asks. Oh, my gosh. He wants to bring John up. The John that left me years ago. The John that I will forever and ever love. My John.

“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out. Now, be gone. Get the hell out of here!”

Well, that didn’t shut him up. He still says, “Not until you tell me, Al.”

I took of my blanket, exposing my pajamas. I sit up straight on the side of my bed. I try to get out of bed but I can’t. I’m unfortunately too weak. I feel nauseous. I look at him in the eyes and say, “Who do you think you are? You don’t have the rights to ask me that. You don’t even know anything about me, and then you want me to tell you why I don’t want to be called Al? Wow, just wow.”

He kneels right in front of me and looks at me right in the eyes. His eyes look so beautiful. He is so beautiful. Everything about him is so beautiful. He’s perfect. He put his right arm on my knee. He says, “I’m not who you think I am. I think it’s time for you to know the truth.” He takes a deep breath and exhales. “Look, Al, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this earlier, but I’m John. Your John.”

Suddenly, my heart beats faster. I can hardly breathe. Tears collect on the corners of my eyes. I couldn’t believe what this guy was saying. He can’t be. No, he’s not my John. My John left me. But wait, how does he know about my John? Oh, my goodness.

I don’t know how to respond to him. I don’t know what to do or say. I’m just sitting here like a dead girl. Tears start trickling down my cheeks. He sees them, so he gets up from his knees and leans in to wipe them away. That actually made me cry more. I can’t believe it. My John is wiping my tears away. He’s here. He is right here in front of me. As he wipes them away, I hug him.

The sparks, after all these years, are still there when I hug John. I love this guy to death. I do. I’ve waited for years to see him again, and now, he’s here. He’s here in my room. Oh, my gosh. I can’t believe it. More tears trickle down my cheeks. I still don’t let him go. He’s still trapped in my hug. I don’t want to let him go. I love him. I want him to realize that I’ve missed him so much. I’m not letting him go until he realizes that.

“I hate you so much, John,” I say as I sob uncontrollably. “You made me think you were someone else. I hate you so much. I thought I’d never see you again. I hate you. I hate you.”

He breaks the hug and wipes away my tears. He tells me that he loves me and never wants to leave me again.

I take a moment to catch my breath as my John sits on the bed beside me. He puts an arm around me, causing me to lean my head on his shoulder. I feel comfortable around him now. I don’t feel an awkward vibe anymore. I feel happy, safe, and free.

He kisses the top of my head and says, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

If only this moment could last forever, I would be the happiest girl in the world, but it can’t because nothing lasts forever. Nothing.

(Everything feels like a dream. A cruel, sick dream that I can never wake up from. I mean now, I see the boy I love face to face after years and years of looking for him. Now that I know I’m dying soon, I see him again. It’s like my rights of spending an awful lot of time with this boy I love has been withheld from me. This is just so unfair. Whatever…, I’ll just spend my remaining days with John. I will cease each and every day with the man I will and always love.)